Sunday, January 10, 2010


We threw out what was left
of the Halloween candy today,
the Smarties, a few boxes of Nerds,
Laffy Taffy, a handful of Dum Dums.
Finally we take a Sunday afternoon
to rake up the mounds of leaves.

We’re the last ones on the block
to rake, again. Each neighbor’s lawn,
dark green, clear of the faded mess
from the too many oak trees that fill
the tiny yards on our suburban street.
They have their brown paper sacks
lined up neatly on the curb for pick up.
I am behind again, just starting to deal
with my cursed homeowner duties.

Look forward to Thursday,Thanksgiving,
anticipating the day after even more,
a day off to sit, to read, to write, to rest.
Filling my last paper bag, I prop it up
on the edge of my yard and look down
the street, three houses down they’re
stringing Christmas lights on the bushes
and inflating a Charlie Brown snow globe.


EFunkAmericana said...

nice ... i love the pace of this poem, so restrained, and so effective in a poem about the exact opposite

Gerry Boyd said...

Exactly and perfectly rendered. Bravo!

K.M. Weiland said...

Nicely evokes the aura of Thanksgiving, the end of fall, and the beginning of the holiday season.

Matt Sinclair said...

I enjoy the irony at the end. Well said.